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  1. Cpt_Buttersworth

    Cpt_Buttersworth Moderating the shipping lanes

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    Millions of pieces of debris, from shards of glass, shredded metal, clumps of frozen ice and even the occasional body part glittered in the void, the eerie glow of Providentia Gate creating a backdrop to the carnage and violence surrounding it. Occasionally a light would flare and then die, some reactor going critical in the distance, or perhaps an ammunition magazine finally set off by the many fires now engulfing parts of the Doorstop.

    The Doorstop, otherwise known as the STOP (System Transition Obstruction Platform) was designed to safeguard the entire Providentia System against hostile attack. An array of four space stations, situated like points on a compass around the edges of the gate, loaded with enough weaponry to annihilate a ship before it had even finished transitioning.

    However, they were still under construction and due for completion in less than a month, caught unawares and unarmed. The remains of a freighter drifted nearby, construction materials and resources spilling out of its cargo hold as it tumbled lifelessly in space, torpedo craters and PDC trails dotting its hull.

    The Doorstop had suffered critical damage when, by complete surprise, a heavily armed fleet of Martian warships came thundering through the gate and annihilated them with a concentrated barrage. The stations' reactors were not even online and never stood a chance. Now the four stations burned, broken from their moorings next to the gates, and drifting in separate directions.

    Racing away from the carnage was a single Providentian "white horse" corvette, the words Ranger printed on its side amid trails of PDC holes. "This is a Providentia Security alert, priority 1. Martian warships have broken through the Doorstop and are en-route to Providentia Prime."

    Even with the occasional shower of sparks or flickering terminal displays, Captain Álvaro Brooks remained calm and collected, assessing the capabilities of the massive fleet on their heels. Occasionally, a targeting alert would blare through the other sirens filling the bridge, the familiar rumble of the PDCs would echo through the hull, then the siren would stop.

    They were far enough away from their pursuers that they were no longer directly threatened, but that didn't stop the aggressors from hurling the occasional high explosive fuck you at them. "Ranger this is the Providence Security Fleet flagship, Revenge. Rendezvous point has been set. The fleet is rearming and will be en-route to assist within three days. Godspeed, Revenge out."

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    OOC: I will roleplay the hostile rogue fleet from this account.

    A rogue MCRN fleet has broken through Providentia's defences and is en-route to the systems capital, Providentia Prime.

    It takes two weeks to reach the planet from the gate. They are currently two days into this journey.

    The Providentia Security Fleet is staging at an asteroid belt approximately half way between the planet and the gate. They can not hold out indefinitely and will delay the hostile fleets advance until other player controlled forces can reach and assist them.

    The systems gate relay is also offline, to anyone outside the gate the only intel you have is a large fleet of Martian warships entered the ring before the repeater went offline, followed by debris and bodies floating out of it.

    Hostile forces:

    20 x Frigates of varying class (Corvette, Silhouette & Morrigan)
    4 x Hammer Class Destroyers
    2 x Sirocco Class Cruisers
    1 x Donnager Class Battleship

    Defending forces:
    Undefined x Various rockhoppers with chemical rockets and fusion torches, throwing rocks
    3 x White Horse Class Corvettes
    2 x Red Horse Class Destroyers
    1 x Black Horse Class Battleship
    1 x Pale Horse Class Support Cruiser
     
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  2. Aden Peterson

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    [Three Weeks Prior]

    CPO Peterson walked the halls of the Corvette-class ship, stopping briefly as the corridor in front of him was absorbed in a solid wall of blue, advancing slowly toward him as he instinctively took a deep breath, and the wall consumed him. Moments later, it passed and he shuddered. Not a chance he could ever get used to that.

    For the past two months, Aden had not seen the domes of Mars or the comforting red planet that he called home. Instead, he'd been shipped off with a small task group to do the one thing he cared less for than staying on Mars and doing nothing. Patrolling those citizens of Mars who had abandoned their duty and fled out to new worlds, exploring wide-open spaces, and taking vital manpower and resources away from Mars.

    In his mind, they were worse than Earth's Takers.

    Aden, however, had been unlucky enough to be part of the MCRN Baltisk's task force - a Donnager-class battleship and her onboard complement of 3 Corvette-class ships and 2 Morrigan-Class destroyers. They had been going in and out of the rings, flying the Naval Ensign, and making sure the colonies - such that they were - were intact and healthy.

    This had meant landing on boarding parties, One-G burns, sending skiffs down to planetary surfaces, and endless hours of simulators. The monotony would never end, it seemed.

    Only once had Aden been unlucky enough to be assigned to an inspection detail. Some hellish world with no name, with light that drove his Agoraphobia nuts. Regardless of the Osteo-x and blood-ox boosters, and sunglasses, it was still hell. Why these colonists had chosen to settle here, he could never fathom.

    However recently, something had changed. Secret orders had come in that had placed the Fleet on a war footing. Back in the Ring space, they'd met up with a large fleet of warships, the largest he'd seen since the war, and burned hard toward one of the rings.

    Aden didn't know the source of the orders or their contents. They were not his to know. However, he knew what he needed to. Belters had taken the liberty granted them by Mars and Earth and used the talk of a legitimate government as a front while building up a fleet to wage war on Mars and her colonies. It could not be let to stand.

    Onboard the Corvette-class MCRN Kopis, the order of the day was simple. A withering strike. No warning, no quarters. Eliminate the threat to Mars, at any cost. PDCs whining, intercepting ordinance and lashing out with fury at the targets.

    Now it was a matter of time. The current battle was over, and the Kopis docked back aboard the Baltisk, rearming the ship and saving fuel for the journey ahead. Aden didn't know what the Belters had done, or what they had been thinking threatening Mars like he'd been told they had. But it didn't matter anymore what they had done or said. He had orders to assist in their utter devastation. And good soldiers follow orders.
     
  3. Natasha Byron

    Natasha Byron Crewman, IDS Hayakaze

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    Bridge, NCFN Archer - skies over Nautilus - Jules Verne system - Frontier - Two weeks earlier​

    Natasha Byron stood at the top of the lift. The deck she was standing on was formerly the midships crew cabins. A refit had turned it into the ops deck, and above her, the pilot's cabin. Some people called it the sawed-off shotgun the explorer on the frontier would carry. The Archer fit that moniker well.

    CDR Hunter told her he needed the ship ready for a fight. NCFN armorers were loading everything for bear, and even the breaching pods were stocked up with weapons and accessories. The other ships were being loaded too, and the armorers seemed rather somber. Everyone’d heard about the attack by now, it was on all of the fledgling frontier news networks. A whole entire MCRN task force had just entered Providentia system guns blazing. Byron had questioned Nautilian intervention, saying that if the defection wasn’t enough, attacking an MCRN task force would definitely be considered treason. CDR Ashoka had also been mulling the options in her head too. She’d never heard about this attack being planned, and was pretty sure she could sway Mars to help take apart this rogue task force.

    Destin was pretty sure it was rogue too, and he said that it’s the duty of the explorer to help his acquaintance on the frontier. Plus, if they got on Providence’s good side, they might make some ship parts for the NCF. Heck, they could even share some of their colony supplies.

    She was reluctant, but most of the sailors had returned from shore leave.

    For some, it would be their last.
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    @Karen Ashoka
    @Aden Peterson
    @Cpt_Buttersworth
     
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  4. Mark

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    Ammonia Planet, Temporarily Named Providentia 1A
    Legend: Mark, Telis, Allie, Donner

    Telis grunted as she pulled aside a panel of what the expedition team interpreted as a governmental building. Mark and his team of four just landed 15 minutes ago after finding out a landing spot that appeared during protomolecular activities on Providentia Prime.

    "Anything?"

    "It's progress, sir. Structural scans indicate that we have some more layers of paneling until we get inside. For now, nothing."

    "Alright, keep at it. Donner and I will set up sensors around our search area for today. Resupply from the Spirit will arrive in four hours."


    The two teams split as Mark and Donner set forth to determine the perimeter for the exploration. Allie and Telis continued at gutting the outer structure of the government building to get inside.

    "Hard to see shit in this brown shade."

    "Yeah, Mark told us that we have a fog rolling in right now."

    The other two shone lights, like lonely beacons in a fog of brown, while they trod in the "city streets" of this part of the ecumenopolis world. They looked for bones, pictures, anything while going toward their destination.

    "Make sure you installed your flash on your weapon, Mark. Could be anything down here."

    Mark obliged to do so. He understood the risk of strolling around what could be an abandoned planet, a mass grave, or an unfamiliar biosphere, even with Mark's expertise. They continued.


    NPSS Spirit, in orbit above Providentia 1A


    Alarms blare on the vessel as its long-range sensors, rigged to detect explosions from afar, detected a bundle of explosions near the ring gate. Because of its positioning, the crew onboard couldn't get a camera towards the gate. There still was ample reason to be vastly concerned, as RADAR detected heat signatures in the space at the gate.

    "Comms, send a tightbeam towards Providentia Prime, now."

    "On it, sir."

    The comms officer opened the tightbeam channel towards Providentia Prime.

    "Providentia Prime, survey ship Spirit, reporting. Can you give us a short briefing on what the hell's going on at the gates? Our sensors detect a cluster of explosions over there."

    @William Buttersworth
     
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  5. Karen Ashoka

    Karen Ashoka Patrolling the Slow Zone

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    Ashoka was back aboard the Templar, with the Atrax & Spaniard flying in formation nearby. They had been in a high G burn for several days now and her bones were beginning to ache. Luckily, Nautilus was a relatively short distance from the gate at its current orbit, and their hurried exodus from the planet had not taken as long as she though. The gate loomed in the distance, the eerie green/blue of its surface rippling like a pool, against a backdrop of black.

    The repeater had gone online not a week ago, and communications were pouring in from New Tycho, MarsCom and hundreds of other sources all utterly confused and scared by the news that a large MCRN attack fleet had entered Providentia Gate and opened fire on the defensive stations the locals had been building for almost six months. Not long after, the systems repeater had gone dark and debris began floating back through the portal.

    Mars was in damage control, desperately trying to control the situation and the narrative. The Admiral of the Frontier Fleet had recalled all available ships to stage at New Tycho, her task force among them. But things were still chaotic. Her crew were rattled, she could tell. No one stole from Mars, let alone an entire fleet going rogue.

    The gate approached ahead of her, filling the display.
     
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  6. Torin Kapisi

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    Briefing Room - FleetCom - New Tycho

    Torin slammed the terminal down on the table so hard a crack spider webbed diagonally across the screen. He grunted in annoyance and tossed the device at the recycler. It missed and clattered to the floor, several chunks of glass breaking off it. "I already know how many ships we've lost! I want to know their designations and their commanding officers, not yesterday, right fucking now!" He said, his voice escalating to a shout. The face of the individual he spoke to seemed almost close to tears, and he'd expect it from the useless pushover which was their new defense secretary.

    The idiot bumbled through yet another excuse, prattling on about ship assignments, fleet movements and the like, but gave him nothing new to work with. Admiral Torin Kapisi, leader of the Martian Frontier Fleet help up his hand and silenced the defence secretary. "Mr. Anand, I do not require anything from you except the names of those leading that fleet, until you can provide me with that information do not bother me again."

    He terminated the communication and sighed explosively before making eye contact with @Oliver "Cervan" Yaeger , who stood at the doorway, a smirk on his face. "Yet another day in paradise eh Oliver?" He said, rebuttoning the top button on his uniform. It had been a hard day, he'd spent what felt like hours on the tightbeam to politicians, diplomats and all manner of idiots back on Mars, none seemed to know exactly why a fleet from Sol had gone rogue and taken one of his Donnagers with them. The command crew had been found in a skiff not seven hours earlier, all apparently had been knocked unconcious and thrown overboard in a manner of speaking. Toxicology reports had shown several potent and odourless amnesiacs in their bloodstreams.

    Someone had coordinated this attack and from the sounds of it, had a lot of support both back home and in the Navy as a whole. He walked over to the window that dominated one half of the briefing room and stared out. Outside, dozens of Martian warships were rallying, some docked to take on more supplies after extended patrols, others were ready and waiting to fly through the gate and see what was what. He hadn't given the order to proceed however, they needed all the help they could get at this point. Several of his battleships were still weeks out, his heaviest hitters had flipped and burnt for their closest gates upon hearing of the mutiny, but they would be of no use, by the time they made it to the gates Providentia Prime would be burning.
     
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  7. William Buttersworth

    William Buttersworth Director of PS&E, Captain of the Revenge

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    Bridge of the Revenge - OCB - In orbit over Providentia Prime

    A volumetric display filled the bridge, displaying at its centre, the star at the core of the system. Some way off a glowing ring and a small orb displayed the current location of Providentia Prime, it's moon and the OCB in orbit between the two. Further out, a pattern of circles, arranged chaotically in a loose circle displayed the asteroid belt that and further away again, a large pulsing ring displayed Providentia gate, several alerts and warning floating around it displaying the state of the Doorstop.

    A short distance from the ring, the hostile fleet was displayed as a series of triangles, pulsing red and creeping inexorably closer. One by one, new triangles would appear, pulsing a light green denoting friendly vessels either launching from the surface of Providentia Prime, coming in from exploration of prospecting throughout the system or launching out of the OCB. Seated in the centre of the room was William Buttersworth, his hands resting on the armrests and head resting on a padded headrest. His eyes flitted across the display constantly as the Core AI's battle control system, the Warmind, murmured in its unsettling fashion at the rear of the bridge.

    With a wave of his hand, he dismissed the display and got to his feet. The deck was arranged like many belter built vessels, several seats for various personnel arranged outwards, several workstations and consoles filling the interior space and a single command chair at the rear. The bridge itself was dimly lit with red lights, illuminated otherwise by the displays of the bridge crew.

    "I want a wide-beam to all friendly ships in the system," he said as he walked towards main display at the front of the bridge. "You're on Sir," came the reply from his comms officer.

    "People of Providentia, this is William Buttersworth. We as belters...as a people have always faced challenges. Existential threats, genocide, war and famine. Dealing with these events has defined us and has solidified our identity, made us strong, united. We left Sol because we found something out here, a place where we could call home...a place where we could forge our own destinies as a people, united under a common goal.

    But the inyalowda see us as a threat, they do not want a successful belter nation, they want us under their boot heels where they think we belong! But they have had their chance at peaceful coexistence and have failed miserably. This very second, a Martian attack fleet is bearing down on our planet. They have already killed thousands of our people at the gate and plan...I fear...to wipe our fledging nation off the face of the galaxy and in classic inya fashion, take it for their own!

    To this I say...they can try but they will pay for every centimetre they move further into the system. This very second our fleet is rearming, attaching the railguns and warheads the inyas said we could not have, for fear that we would rise up, but now it is the inya who attack our worlds! Belters, people of Providentia, take up arms. Board ships, arm your rockhoppers and join us at the Belt. Providentia is for belters and they will never take it from us!"

    William let out a small sigh and leaned on a railing overlooking the rest of the ops deck. The crew seemed more determined, their backs straighter, their actions more defined and purposeful. He hoped his speech would have roused up many who were complacent...but only time would tell.

    Outside, the Revenge floating in the dock of the OCB alongside corvettes, destroyers and the mighty support cruiser. All along their hulls sparks from welders floated, attaching heavier armour plating, whilst great gantries and loading arms descended around the vessels. Clutched in the claws of these massive manufacturing arms were railguns and torpedo pods, and as they approached the ships, false hulls and decoy armour plating retracted to reveal hardpoints and slots for the quick rearming of each vessel.

    Two enormous heavy railguns were attached to the support cruiser, another three to the Revenge and more for the destroyers and corvettes. Within the hour the entire fleet would be rearmed and ready for combat.
     
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  8. Destin Antares Hunter

    Destin Antares Hunter Commander, Vernier Federal Navy

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    Bridge, NCFN Archer - the Hub
    Destin pressed the intercom button.
    "Hey, XO. Get me a tightbeam-ah screw it, get me a widebeam. I want every ship amassing here to hear something."

    "Alrighty then. Parrish out. Oh, and by the way, you're on now," XO Konrad Parrish said.

    "This is Commander Destin Antares Hunter of the Nautilus Consular Freehold Navy. We didn't come here to commit crimes. We came here to seek out a better future for ourselves. We came here to start anew, to have freedoms that the governments of old have neglected to give us. To have space to move around in, to carve something unique for ourselves that we wouldn't have been able to in the old orders.
    This indiscriminate and unjustified attack against our brothers and sisters out on the frontier cannot go unpunished.

    We were MCRN too, back in the day. This very flotilla used to be Task Force 55.7, that one the UN sailors would have nightmares about, and the one Belters would go to sleep thinking of ways to outsmart. We did some iffy things on the moral compass. I hope that we can atone for those sins. Whatever this rogue element in the MCRN high command thinks they're doing, they have earned the ire of veterans and current soldiers serving on the lines.

    And I can proudly say that I speak for all of us when I say that we are here to establish freedom and justice among the stars, to form an unwavering line against this vile corruption formed out of desperate times. We understand that when the planet with the dream loses the dream, the citizens will leave. And we understand trying to save a burning house.
    But attacking the people who built their own house isn't the answer."

    "Hey, Cap. When'd you learn how to say such a mighty fine speech?"

    "Oh, i don't know. I had an uncle who's side of the family were Belters. Heard some of them in the OPA way back when knew their way around words. Guess they taught him, and he taught me when I had to make a speech in front of my secondary school class."

    The Archer, its escorts, and the rest of the flotilla eased into a parking orbit near New Tycho. A shuttle was docked to the front of the ship, the one he would take to the strategic meeting with the other fleet commanders.

    @Karen Ashoka
    @Oliver "Cervan" Yaeger
    @Torin Kapisi
     
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  9. Mark

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    Bridge of the NPSS Spirit
    Legend: De-facto commander of the vessel

    Their worst fears were confirmed after the widebeam reached the vessel. What timing. The vessel had completed an orbit just then and it faced the gates, giving the cameras a clear, grimacing view of the carnage near the gates. Ship sensors ID'd one, two, three, five, ten. Eventually, the toll reached 27 vessels in a tight formation of some sorts. All of them Martian vessels, dashing hopes that Will bluffed about the situation. Perhaps one of the most sinister discoveries of the fleet turned out to be that their flagship was a Donnager-class, and that they were the second closest planet to the gates.

    "Fuck. Man, fuck! Ok, RCS burn away from the gate and into the shadow of the planet. Give me an ETA on that, tech."

    "We'll be out of sitting duck position in about five hours, sir."

    "Well, it's better than anything. Maps, what's the Martian ETA?"

    "They will reach the planet in uhm... four Providentian days."

    "Are you fucking serious?"

    Four Providentian days wasn't exactly short. Translate it into Earth days, and it would be three and a quarter Earth days. That was the ETA of the closest MCRN vessel.

    "When are they in range?"

    "About three less hours, at current trajectory. If they decide to head straight to us, travel time will potentially cut to six hours, considering that they're Martians and well--"

    "I get it. Right now, we just need to focus on getting ourselves the fuck out of their way without them knowing about our drive signature."

    The rusted, but still brightly painted vessel activated all of its RCS thrusters to adjust their orbit to the safety of the planet's shadow. While they're safe, the maneuver delays the resupply of the expedition team, and it cuts their communications to them.
     
  10. Oliver "Cervan" Yaeger

    Oliver "Cervan" Yaeger Commander of UNN Frontier Fleet

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    The hub was a beautiful place, the erie blue glow fascinated Yaeger, he thought it was shining just a little bit brighter the day the martians went through the ring. It was most likely just a figment of his imagnination caused by his own delight at the events.
    Finally the someone, whoever it was, did what he could not, he just had to use it. Kapisi was readying all remaining martian ships, he'd realized immediately that those ships weren't following any orders given by him and confirmed equally fast that no such orders had been given by MARSCOM. But mars was mobilizing slowly and Yaeger didn't mind that. After all, he was doing his part in that as well.

    "You could say that, yes. Have you released a statement to the public yet?"

    The UN was mobilizing as well, they couldn't be seen letting their ally down, but it was going much better. Yaeger had kept most of the UNNs heavy hitters inside the hub, partly to prepare for the upcoming fleet modernization program and partly to be ready for anything that needed a swift response.
    In the game for the frontier, the one who was faster usually won.
     
  11. Hayakaze

    Hayakaze Rockhopper merchant family ship

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    [Read from right to left, japanese manga format]

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    Independent ship HAYAKAZE try contact DOORSTEP several time after pick up strange distress call, but no one answer
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    And that's several days ago. Deiter checking both old friends martian side and beltalowda, there is no order from MCR or UN to open fire anywhere...

    Something is very wrong here
    [つづく]

    @Oliver "Cervan" Yaeger
    @Aden Peterson @Cpt_Buttersworth
     
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  12. Torin Kapisi

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    Torin sighed against slightly and turned away form the window to face the UNN Admiral. "The Prime Minister released a statement saying the fleet was not ours. But it looks like they're not going to be in office for much longer after allowing this clusterfuck to happen under their watch." He tapped a button on the table in the centre of the room and the volumetric display appeared once again, showing the hub space and all the vessels within it.

    These almost thirty MCRN vessels had rallied to his call, the frontier fleet was amassing. Three sirocco cruisers had arrived, as had two raptor fast attack ships and a dozen frigates. The rest of the fleet was still several days away, and reinforcements from Mars were both disorganised and several weeks away. It seemed not only had the mutiny originated from Mars itself, but far more than this one attack fleet had betrayed the navy, if the indications were correct almost a third of the entire MCRN had either gone rogue and joined the fleet now attacking Providentia, or had left docks and turned off their transponders.

    Naturally, command back on Mars were losing their minds, but Torin could not afford the same luxury. He had a disaster to avert.

    He opened a tightbeam to the NCFN Archer. " @Destin Antares Hunter, it's been a long time. I honestly hoped I would never have to see your face again after you and your compatriots disappeared through that gate and set up shop on that god forsaken rock on the other side. But desperation and war often make strange bedfellows. I am glad to have your forces joining ours. The first order of business is to get a repeater set back up to we can coordinate with the Providentians. I need you to escort the freighter as it moved a repeater from New Tycho to the gate. Can you assist us?"
     
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  13. Destin Antares Hunter

    Destin Antares Hunter Commander, Vernier Federal Navy

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    Dock E34 - New Tycho Station - Slow Zone​

    The shuttle eased itself into the robotic arms that arrest the movement of the incoming ship. His ship was docked at the very bottom of NTS, in an almost-hidden location accessible by ships no larger than a captain's pinnace. This feature hadn't been built into the original Tycho Station, but the admirals of the Earther and Martian navies requested it so as not to make a scene.
    Several doors opened and the shuttle was pulled into a hangar. The shuttle attached itself to a certain cavity, and the docking tube extended out until it reached the adapter at the other end. Destin pulled himself down the ladder and met up with his security detail, which wasn't much other than Byron, Parrish, and Sobieski. They each had a concealed submachine gun, a shotgun, and a drone with a jerry-rigged pistol. These three weapons were arguably the Holy Trinity of station combat weapons.
    They flew across the tube to the lift, which carried them up to the main hab ring.
    Destin pulled out his hand terminal to reveal a new message from his old commander Torin Kapisi.

    "Destin Antares Hunter, it's been a long time. I honestly hoped I would never have to see your face again after you and your compatriots disappeared through that gate and set up shop on that god forsaken rock on the other side. But desperation and war often make strange bedfellows. I am glad to have your forces joining ours. The first order of business is to get a repeater set back up to we can coordinate with the Providentians. I need you to escort the freighter as it moved a repeater from New Tycho to the gate. Can you assist us?"

    Destin typed out his reply.

    "Sure can. I'll send the Fletcher and the Alamo with it. I'll see you soon. Hunter out."

    "Commander Hunter to the Fletcher and Alamo, you have new orders. Check for them now. Hunter out."

    Another couple of minutes and they reached the room they were looking for, FleetCom.
    The door opened, and several officers scurried out.
    Destin and his shipmates entered to see Torin Kapisi and several others at a desk, along with a shattered hand terminal.

    @Torin Kapisi
     
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  14. Cpt_Buttersworth

    Cpt_Buttersworth Moderating the shipping lanes

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    Aboard the Baltisk – Rogue Donnager Class Battleship – En Route to Providentia Prime

    The commander of the Baltisk was a severe man, tall for a Martian, lanky too with a close-cropped beard and a shaved head. He stood at the central console of the warship, within its CIC, staring at data readouts and sensor reports with a smirk on his face. He had not moved from this position for several hours, saying little and giving away less. Not that the warship's crew required his voice to know their mission, they had been briefed several times and knew what to do, they were a well trained and well-oiled machine, even if this was their first time aboard the vessel.

    The original command had been subdued and left on a lifeboat days ago now, and the new crew had wasted no time in consolidating power and authority over the vessel. Much like the rest of the fleet that surrounded the ship, their command crews had sealed themselves off from the rest of the decks, the occasional blare of a fire drill siren or the blat of a biohazard alert kept everyone except essential personnel in their bunks. The fewer people were walking around, causing trouble, the better.

    A small grumble escaped the lips of the commander as he continued reading the reports from further in the system. As expected, their entrance through Providentia Gate had not been taken well. The belters had mobilised a ramshackle fleet to meet them at the asteroid belt a few days out. He eyed the ships at the centre of the fleet, feeling a pang of doubt settle in his stomach before he dismissed it.

    While he expected the Providence Security Fleet to be present, their armaments were unexpected. Recon reports stated they were using rudimentary coilgun designs in lieu of railguns, a threat…but one that would be easily overwhelmed by superior weapons tech. However, long-range scans indicated many of the military vessels burning away from the planet had medium to heavy railguns equipped and even several radiological sources indicating a not insignificant payload of nuclear weapons. This would complicate things, but at the end of the day, they would be brushed aside. The planet was the goal.
     
  15. Oliver "Cervan" Yaeger

    Oliver "Cervan" Yaeger Commander of UNN Frontier Fleet

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    Yaeger didn't exactly like that answer. Mars should've kept that from the public, it was certain that guy wouldn't become president again. But he couldn't blame them, not everyone could be as intelligent as him.

    "That is most unfortunate. He could have at least maintained our options here. I suggest we be careful what we do now, this groups obviously has the support of many citizens, not only in the MCRN. Of course thanks to your prime minister taking their side isn't an option for us anymore."

    He frowned for the first time this day when Kapisi did something unexpected and most unfortunate.

    Yaeger went up to his colleague and put a hand on his shoulder. "Are you certain you can trust these people? They're nothing but deserters."

    He frowned the second time this day when the door opened and the man he had just expressed his distrust about entered the room, a room that was reserved for Coalition command personnel. But his frown didn't last. It disappeared the moment he activated his wrist terminal and established a connection with the security personnel of the Coalition complex. "Security into the briefing room at once. Whoever let these men through will be on basic assistance by the end of the month."


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  16. Hayakaze

    Hayakaze Rockhopper merchant family ship

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    Over the years Deiter and family move from rust bucket boat to live on a salvaged gunship patched up together. Flying in and out of Ring space, hauling both supply and people, doing guarding mission for big fat colony ship. And ultimately make friend with all factions. Earther, martian, belter, it's hard to ditch long year of conflict but this is a bloody gold rush.

    Deiter contact some of his inya friend and now all crew are on stanby hoping everything not gonna mess up again.
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  17. Destin Antares Hunter

    Destin Antares Hunter Commander, Vernier Federal Navy

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    Fleetcom - New Tycho Station - Slow Zone
    Admiral Torin Kapisi gave a small smile, but the UN admiral pressed a button on his wrist. Destin had served long enough to know that that button summoned security, and backed out of the room.

    "I apologise for the intrusion."

    Several seconds later the security squad showed up, but by then Destin and his crew were around the corner and gone. There probably would be some questions about the four sailors, but by then Destin had realized his mistake.
    There were scanners in the doors, and all four of them had carried guns. Back home at Nautilus, anyone could enter a room with a gun, and there would be no problem. Nobody dared attack anyone else, because almost everyone carried a gun. But here in Tycho, guns were far more restricted, and an event like the one that just happened would probably put the station on lockdown.

    An alert popped up on his Destin's hand terminal, and it showed a message from Admiral Kapisi

    "What were you thinking? Just because we're "friends" now you think you can waltz into an EMCN room like nothing's happened. Meet me at the Blue Frog in fifteen minutes. And don't bring your security detail this time, we don't want to make a scene."

    @Torin Kapisi
     
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  18. Torin Kapisi

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    Torin shook his head as the men backed out of the room, the sound of boots on metal decking echoing back into the room a few moments later. "Fucking Nautilans...You'd think they'd have a bit of sense after everything they've pulled." He said, turning to Oliver who looked simultaneously furious and amused, not an easy feat.

    "Deserters...yes, but deserters with a use. I am not sending any of my people near that ring until we know whats on the other side, and I am certain you are of the same opinion when with your people. If we send these...people we do not risk ourselves, just incase that rogue fleet left a welcome surprise just on the other side." He sat down and typed out a small message on his terminal before sending it off to Hunter.

    He hoped that man was not foolish enough to keep any of his personnel on the station after the incident he just created, but stranger things have happened. As luck would have it the Blue Frog was just a short jaunt from the mans ship anyway, in case tensions needed further diffusing, he could have the man thrown out an airlock or back onto the Archer. However, not wanting to start an international incident in the midst of another international incident, he squashed the thought.

    "I do not expect the UNN to contribute to this endeavor Oliver, it is our mess and we must clean it up. But if you are going to bring any ships with us to Providentia, you must let me know and soon. It wont be long until we enter the gate."

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    15 minutes later

    Torin Kapisi entered the Blue Frug with a sizable security detail. It took a few seconds for them to find Captain Hunter, who had slid down in his booth until just his hair was poking above the desk. With a loud clearing of his throat, Torin was able to summon him back to regular sitting height, and slid into the chair opposite him.

    "That was some stupid shit you pulled Hunter. I am within rights to shoot you right now and no one would stop me. The only problem would be a shoot out between my ships and yours outside, and at this point I don't want to risk scuffing the stations new paint job. Now, I need to know if you can do this mission for me or not."
     
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  19. Destin Antares Hunter

    Destin Antares Hunter Commander, Vernier Federal Navy

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    The Blue Frog - New Tycho Station - Slow Zone
    "Alright, alright. Forgive me. I see the Nautilian navy can be used in your service. If you'd be willing to show me as to what my sailors would do under your orders, maybe I'll accept your offer. At this point I don't want to fight anyone but the rogue Martians, and I definitely don't want to damage the paint job of the station. If you want, they also sell Blue Meanies here so powerful that they'll start a bar fight, which will probably damage the station far more than I intend to.
    Also, you probably need my ships, which is also the reason that you haven't shot me yet. I have four frigates, three patrol destroyers, six torpedo boats, and twelve fast interceptors. A frigate and patrol destroyer are running escort on the freighter with the repeater, but the rest are free to do said mission, provided I take it up.
    Next, we need to talk legitimacy. If you are gonna consider me still a part of Mars, then fine, but rescind the treason case. If you're gonna recognise me as an independent force, then I'm gonna have to ask your government to sign letters of marque and reprisal, because I'm not going to be tried in a military tribunal for piracy after saving your butts."

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  20. Torin Kapisi

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    "My boy, matters of state are not my area. I can arrange for you to address the state department directly after this crisis has been resolved but for the time being you and your assets are considered a friendly force, nothing more...nothing less. As far as I am concerned you gave up the right to call yourselves Martians the moment you left the planet with your stolen ships." He waved a waitress over and ordered a drink before returning his focus to Hunter.

    "With that being said you still have your uses. I want that repeater set up yesterday, what you choose to do after that is your prerogative. By the time I get back to my office I want to see that repeater, flanked by your ships, on its way to that gate." The Admiral finished his drink the moment the waitress placed it on the table. He then stood up, straightened his uniform and left the bar without another word.
     
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